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"Green Lady" ❦ bronze bas-relief, verdigris patina — a feminine face entwined with leaves and flowers
Yoshitomo Nara: ‘In the Floating World’ (1999)
Chechen children singing and dancing in a refugee camp in Ingushetia, 2003.
if they made Jurassic Park an aquarium it'd be over for me. sitting in the megalodon tunnel swaying back and forth as the sirens wailed. "god that fish is big" i would say. and i would be right.
, Maurice de Vlaminck, The Sea, 1908
Ballet in the favela, São Paulo, Brazil | Alex Almeida
What makes us human is the Nintendo 3DS
an interesting thing about getting older in these times is that i think i know more about myself but this knowledge is cursed because of how and why i gain it. i understand that i am angry, and that the human capacity for anger is nearly limitless, and that few others understand this anger, and that it's misplaced, not entirely deservedly mine, yet i have it. and it makes me sharp and unreasonable, and i see how other angers make others sharp and unreasonable, and that these angers -- which have at their foundation the same source, which is violence -- grate against one another instead of chime in key, and how that it is a shame. and i feel i have lost a lot of faith in other people. but in a way this loss of faith has been so illuminating, that now i see how things work and how people move through the world with so much ignorance, so pliable and malleable to forces beyond my control, that they and i must exercise such conscious or unconscious control over the way they see the world (in much the same way as the irises like window shutters narrow or widen to let in as much light as the pupil can reasonably comprehend) much more clearly than i did before
How the Light Gets in. Remembering Victoria Amelina
Michele Cascella (Italy, 1892 – 1989)
Aranceto Ortona 1957
Hold on (2023), cyanotype on paper, bleached with French pine, Anna Niskanen
falling asleep during the day: slipping away on a clouds so easy
falling asleep at night: I heard an ant gasp downstairs
2006
how it feels to listen to lights by ellie goulding
"Zodiacal light in the tropics." Worlds in the making. 1908.
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